Chapter 1186 - Visitors From the Nether Prison

The average people had no idea how many cooking utensils Bu Fang had.

However, when they saw all those kitchen knives in the cabinet, they knew that he wouldn’t mistreat his apprentice.

Those teenagers were just acting out of their emotions. They didn’t understand why they failed the test when Xixi, a seven-year-old girl, passed it. Their dishes were also surrounded in immortal energy like hers, and although their cooking methods and skills were slightly weaker, no one could deny that their dishes were delicious.

They should have passed the test as well!

In the end, the Chef’s Challenge didn’t take place.

Xixi didn’t wuss out. She was very excited when Bu Fang let her choose her own kitchen knife, and she carefully went through all of them in the cabinet and picked a small but exquisite kitchen knife that was as transparent as the cicada’s wing. It was shrouded in immortal energy, so naturally, its grade was not too low.

Bu Fang had also given her a wok, a stove, and other cooking utensils.

In those teenager’s eyes, Xixi quickly transformed from a bumpkin, who didn’t have her own tools and wasn’t backed by anyone, to a boss-level chef.

When they saw her holding a kitchen knife wreathed in immortal energy and as transparent as the cicada’s wing in her right hand, a glowing wok in her left, with a stove emanating mighty pressure in front of her, they lost all their mood and intention to challenge her.

There was no point in challenging her anymore!

They had thought that their opponent was a bumpkin, but in the end, they found that she was backed by the Great Demon King. As a result, these teenagers didn’t choose to continue the challenge. Otherwise, they would soon understand the despair Bu Fang mentioned, the kind of despair when one lost his underwear in a game.

The group of teenagers finally slipped away with embarrassment.

The crowd didn’t jeer at them. Xixi was lucky enough to be the Great Demon King’s apprentice. Otherwise, given these teenagers’ cocky nature, they would have killed her.

Meng Qi never expected that Bu Fang would scare the kids away like that. If truth be told, she still quite missed this feeling. When she and a group of her little companions took the First Grade test many years ago, she was also as uneasy and restless as them. There was the joy of success and the sorrow of failure. However, there was no doubt that this memory was deeply stored in her heart.

The First Grade Immortal Chef test was over.

Xixi’s face was flushed with excitement, and her eyes shone brightly as she hugged the cooking utensils Bu Fang gave her with both arms.

Three participants who had passed the test stood in the arena.

A judge took out chef robes specially provided for First Grade Immortal Chefs and handed them to each participant. It symbolized the honor of being an immortal chef.

Bu Fang leaned back in his chair. As he looked at Xixi, who was grinning from ear to ear in the arena, he twitched his mouth. When the little girl came running to him as if to show off her chef robe, he didn’t conceal his disdain for the robe from her. Compared with his Vermillion Robe, this immortal chef robe was totally not up to standard.

At the same time, Bu Fang couldn’t help but wonder why nobody gave him an immortal chef robe when he passed the test. Were they looking down on him?

After handing out the chef robes, all the judges came to talk to Bu Fang respectfully. Some talked about cooking, while some talked about the current situations in the realm. All in all, they were very respectful to him.

Meng Qi didn’t talk much, and soon, she took her leave with a smile. What happened was just an episode, and she just wanted to see how Bu Fang would sort it out.

She knew this thing would never bother him.

After talking to the judges for a while, Bu Fang rejected their intention to continue chatting with an aloof look in his eyes. Later, he and Xixi left the Immortal Kitchen Pavilion and went back to Immortal Chef Little Store.

The trip to Immortal Kitchen Pavilion had made Bu Fang into a Third Grade Immortal Chef and Xixi a First Grade Immortal Chef, which were both excellent results.

Foxy jumped back to Bu Fang’s shoulder and brushed his cheek with her furry tail. Then, Bu Fang took out an explosive meatball and stuffed it into her mouth.

When they got back to the restaurant, dusk was already settling in.

Bu Fang asked Xixi to take a good rest—the little girl had worked hard today. However, she was still in high spirits, so instead of resting, she went straight into the kitchen, donned her new chef robe, and began practicing cooking with the kitchen utensils Bu Fang gave her.

Bu Fang watched for a while as she practiced, gave her some advice, then cooked a plate of Sweet ‘n’ Sour Ribs and placed it in front of Lord Dog.

Lord Dog, who was spending his days either sleeping or eating, buried his head into the plate and began eating his favorite Sweet ‘n’ Sour Ribs. When all this was done, Bu Fang went upstairs.

At that moment, Nethery poked her head out of her room and yawned. She had a drowsy look, and her black hair was messy. She didn’t look like a goddess as she usually did. When she saw Bu Fang, her black eyes shrank, and she quickly pulled back her head and closed the door.

Bu Fang was confused. He opened the door opposite Nethery’s room and stepped through it.

Sometime later, he walked out of the bathroom, clad in a bathrobe with his hair wet.

He took out a teapot, put a piece of Nine Revolution Great Path Tea leaf into it, and filled it with the boiling Spring of Life. The tea leaf that had shrunk into a small bead spread instantly, while a rich fragrance wafted out of the pot.

After tying his wet hair with a velvet cord, Bu Fang poured the tea into a blue-and-white porcelain cup. He could see his own reflection on the surface of the hot tea as tiny bubbles broke quietly.

The steaming tea gave off an aroma that filled his heart with calmness.

Bu Fang sat on the soft bed and quietly savored the tea. As the taste of tea with a little bitterness spread in his mouth, a warm feeling poured into his heart, one that was not so easily forgotten.

Before very long, he finished all the tea in the pot.

He filled the teapot with boiling Spring of Life again. After that, he brought the spout to his mouth and drank directly from it. The tea tasted different as he drank it this way.

With a thought, he entered the Heaven and Earth Farmland, carrying the teapot in one hand.

A breeze was blowing, and the grass on the ground was swaying and rustling like waves.

Bu Fang was wearing a bathrobe, and his hair was dripping wet. With one hand placed behind his back, he used the other hand to bring the teapot up and drank from it.

Soon, he came in front of the wooden hut.

Jing Yuan had just picked up the milk and was ready to go back. After greeting Bu Fang, she disappeared. She had mastered the process of making ice cream Bu Fang taught her, and recently, she had begun to come out with new flavors.

Only after Jing Yuan had left did Niu Hansan come over, wearing a pair of glasses made of crystal.

Both of them began to study and discuss the carrier of the Imprison Array again.

…

In the fifth layer of the Immortal Cooking Realm…

The branch of the Immortal Tree pierced through the body of a Nether Prison expert, who stood in front of the bronze gate, exuding a terrible aura.

The ruined fifth layer that was covered in sand began to show the rough shape of a city. However, it was only a guarding city—a fortress. After all, if the Nether Prison experts attacked again, the fifth layer would bear the brunt of the invasion. Therefore, it was a city built for war, not to grow into a prosperous metropolis. It was meant to defend against the assault of a great army.

Realm Lord Di Tai had gone through despair once, and he didn’t want to go through it again. After living in peace for too long, the experts of the Immortal Cooking Realm had forgotten the past glory. They needed hot blood and battle, or in other words, they needed toughening up.

The city walls were simple and even filled with cracks. The main reason was that the materials used to build the walls were taken from the former Immortal City that was destroyed. They contained pressure left behind after the battle of Little Saints, which could serve as a warning for everyone.

Today’s Immortal City was heavily guarded, stationed by almost all the armies in the Immortal Cooking Realm. The walls were crowded with sentries as well, who closely watched all the enemy activities.

The bronze gate, blocked by a branch of the Immortal Tree, suddenly rang with a deafening creak.

The fifth layer suddenly became restless. All eyes shrank and turned in the direction of the bronze gate.

The two towering city walls were separated by a bottomless abyss, on top of which hung the Heaven Nether Bridge that connected both sides.

Suddenly, the sentries on the wall tensed up as they fixed their eyes at the bronze gate across the abyss. There, they saw dark figures slowly walking over from under the branch. Although the branch had blocked almost half the gate, it still left a passage.

There were not many figures, only two, and both were wrapped in black cloaks that concealed their faces.

As the wind in the fifth layer blew, the black cloaks of the experts waved noisily.

“Enemy attack!” A sentry on the wall cried out at the top of his lungs. His voice exploded like a thunderclap throughout the whole city. After crying out, he walked to a corner on top of the wall where a huge black bell was hung, mustered all his true energy, and threw a punch onto the bell.

Dong…

Dong… Dong…

The bell rang, and the whole Immortal City boiled.

One figure after another shot into the sky, sped through the air, and fell on top of the wall in no time. These figures’ cultivation bases were very strong. After the Immortal Cooking Realm recovered, many experts had broken through their bottlenecks.

Ya Ya was clad in a battle outfit with her golden hair spread behind her back. She was now the fifth layer’s city lord and also in charge of the front line.

Her face was cold as she waved a hand. At the gesture, all the guards on the wall pulled their bowstrings, aiming their sharp arrowheads at the two black-cloaked Nether Prison experts down below.

“Halt, both of you! Does Nether Prison really want to start a war?” Ya Ya’s cold voice echoed across the top of the wall.

As soon as she said that, the two Nether Prison experts stopped. They happened to come to the middle of the Heaven Nether Bridge.

The leading figure looked up, raised a hand, and lowered the hood of the cloak, revealing a comely face.

He was a very handsome man. No one could get angry when looking at his face.

“I’m sorry to confuse you. I’m not here to stir up a war, but to bring you an invitation on behalf of the Supreme Divine Chef of the Nine Revolution Nether Chefs Clan…” The man smiled gently, and his voice was as warm as the morning sunshine.

“An invitation?” That gave Ya Ya a pause. Frowning, she added, “What invitation?”

The man smiled and turned to look at his partner, who lowered his hood and revealed a cold, unfriendly face. He was a young man with an ugly scar on his face.

“I’m Ying Ya from the Nine Revolution Nether Chefs Clan, and this is my younger brother, Liu Ya. We’re here at our Supreme Divine Chef’s behest. His Highness said that the Nine Revolution Nether Chefs Clan and the Immortal Cooking Realm share the same root, and that an eye for an eye only ends up making the whole world blind. Therefore, His Highness sent me here to bring you this invitation,” Ying Ya said with a broad smile.

“The Immortal Cooking Realm and the Nether Chefs Clan share the same root? Are you trying to make me laugh until I die so you can inherit my artistic talent? You are nothing but traitors to the Immortal Cooking Realm!”

A loud voice rang out as a figure zoomed through the air and appeared over the wall in a flash.

The smile on Ying Ya’s face remained unchanged.

“Greetings, Your Excellency… This is an invitation from the Supreme Divine Chef, please have a look.” After saying that, Ying Ya turned to Liu Ya.

The expressionless Liu Ya’s mind flickered. The next moment, a whistle rang out as a black invitation ripped through the air and shot toward Realm Lord Di Tai, spinning rapidly.

Realm Lord Di Tai waved his hand. The invitation turned soft the moment it was grabbed by him. He was a little shocked by the two brothers’ cultivation base. Then, he turned his eyes to the invitation…

The next moment, his eyes shrank!